O come, all ye faithful,
Joyful and triumphant,
O come ye, o come ye to bethlehem;
Come and behold him,
Born the king of angels;
[Chorus]
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
Christ the lord.
Sing, choirs of angels,
Sing in exultation,
Sing, all ye citizens of heaven above;
Glory to god
All glory in the highest;
[Chorus]
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
Christ the lord.
See how the shepherds,
Summoned to his cradle,
Leaving their flocks, draw nigh to gaze;
We too will thither
Bend our joyful footsteps;
[Chorus]
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
Christ the lord.
Yea, lord, we greet thee,
Born this happy morning;
Jesus, to thee be glory given;
Word of the father,
Now in flesh appearing.
[Chorus]
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him,
Christ the lord.
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Martina McBride in Album White Christmas Released in 1999 |